trigger

it was almost a lil more than three years ago, when i first wrote a pome for someone because i was asked to.. and it was supposed to be personal.. all i was told was to write something for him.. something nice.. anything..
and i did.. and it was three pages worth a marathon effort, wherein i even managed to rhyme the words and end the sentences.. and it was at 3 A.M.. and it still is personal..

and today, again, i happened to form some sentences for the very same person, even without being asked for it.. something intangibles triggered something inside me.. and the words just flowed.. and the sentences just formed.. it was surreal.. all i could do then was to grab hold of a pencil and scribble it down on any surface that will hold.. i was afraid to lose the string of sentences..

and now, i know its a wait for three months till i make that known.. three months from now, will be the perfect day.. three months from now, IS going to be the best day for it..!

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THREE years back..

THREE in the morning..

THREE pages..

THREE years later..

THREE months till..

magic of THREE.. and whoever said THREE is a magical number, i bow to thee.. at least, you got that holding right for me..